the end

I have done my best;
I have no regrets

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ryu's ultimate combo

hadoken! =)

the noose is tightening

yaay the powers-that-be in Singapore must be rejoicing now as the current situation in Thailand must have given them the perfect reasons to launch tougher public order laws.

under these laws:
- all outdoor activities that are cause-related or particularly supportive of a person(s) will require a police permit, a change from the current law requiring a permit only for gatherings for five or more people.
- policemen can stop activists from leaving their homes if they suspect that they are up to mischief.
- policemen can order activists to leave an area if they suspect that they are about to break the law.
*italics mine

sheesh as though as the current laws were not draconian enough already!

seeing that a election might be around the corner and that the political views from the ground are shifting from with, to against the incumbent party, it is no surprise that the government would appeal to the fear factor of Singaporeans by playing up the relative stability here and at the same time seize the opportunity to quell any possible future unrest.

public order? or just to maintain the current world order? hmm i wonder.

life

and now for something completely different

ok something more bloggish and less newsfeed-sy or cultural.

currently in the midst of trying to keep my sanity now as my life revolves around FYP and my other technical and not-so-technical modules. well well what's new just same stuff different semester.

explains the lack of personal updates: i live quite an unexciting life contrary to what you might think. same old sports, same old routine, day in, day out. but some structure and familiarity is good no? somebody to fall back on at the end of the day would be good too.

well school is getting to be more and more fun in a perverse sense. i guess when time is running out then you begin to treasure something a bit more. but well i think its the choice of modules i made this semester which made it all the better. more learning, less regurgitating. but learning is difficult when you have so many datelines and so little time. grah i can't decide. nevertheless school IS strangely fun though. like how eating three carl's jr. burgers in one sitting. ah the satisfaction but then the indigestion.

watched fight quest on discovery last night. wing chun looked so cool in ip man, looked even cooler on a rooftop against the luminous HK backdrop. kung fu classes anyone?

i am so amused by the recent spate of shoe throwing cases: England, China, and now India. its like so cool, so harmless but yet so impactful. when will this arrive in Singapore? $2.50 Sing Tat slippers look like they would make nice slapping noises upon impact on flesh! well at least they did when i threw them on some cockroaches. nice *piak* sound.

flashmob!

week before last's Skye concert. at the esplanade rooftop, part of the mosaic festival. super good and super worth the money. luscious vocals and great ambience. looking forward to the next one, and bring back the Kings of Convenience please! a bit sore that i missed Oasis last week too.

waiting for uniqlo tomorrow! went to the huge store before at sendai and i cant wait to get my hands on some MGS4 and Tezuka ones! hope they stock them in though. but well whatever.

ok back to work.

la grasse matinée | Jacques Prévert

Envie de faire de la grasse matinée? Excellente idée, et pourquoi pas? Surtout pendant les weekends; pour notre société rapide aujourd'hui, elle est l'une de plus indulgente chose qu'on peut faire. Mais, la réalité n'est pas toujours si simple. Il y a des gens, des SDFs, des pauvres, etc., qui faire la grasse matinée involontairement. C'est à dire, ils n'ont pas le choix: ils sont sans-travaille, sans-domicile, sans-chose-à-faire, et donc ils peut "profiter" d'une matinée tranquille.

Voici une autre poème par Jacques Prévert (comme j'adore ses poèmes), teinté avec beaucoup d'ironie et de tristesse et aussi de jeux de mots:

Il est terrible
le petit bruit de l'oeuf dur cassé sur un comptoir d'étain
il est terrible ce bruit
quand il remue dans la mémoire de l'homme qui a faim
elle est terrible aussi la tête de l'homme
la tête de l'homme qui a faim
quand il se regarde à six heures du matin
dans la glace du grand magasin
une tête couleur de poussière
ce n'est pas sa tête pourtant qu'il regarde
dans la vitrine de chez Potin
il s'en fout de sa tête l'homme
il n'y pense pas
il songe
il imagine une autre tête
une tête de veau par exemple
avec une sauce de vinaigre
ou une tête de n'importe quoi qui se mange
et il remue doucement la mâchoire
doucement
et il grince des dents doucement
car le monde se paye sa tête
et il ne peut rien contre ce monde
et il compte sur ses doigts un deux trois
un deux trois
cela fait trois jours qu'il n'a pas mangé
et il a beau se répéter depuis trois jours
Ça ne peut pas durer
ça dure
trois jours
trois nuits
sans manger
et derrière ce vitres
ces pâtés ces bouteilles ces conserves
poissons morts protégés par les boîtes
boîtes protégées par les vitres
vitres protégées par les flics
flics protégés par la crainte
que de barricades pour six malheureuses sardines..
Un peu plus loin le bistrot
café-crème et croissants chauds
l'homme titube
et dans l'intérieur de sa tête
un brouillard de mots
un brouillard de mots
sardines à manger
oeuf dur café-crème
café arrosé rhum
café-crème
café-crème
café-crime arrosé sang !...
Un homme très estimé dans son quartier
a été égorgé en plein jour
l'assassin le vagabond lui a volé
deux francs
soit un café arrosé
zéro franc soixante-dix
deux tartines beurrées
et vingt-cinq centimes pour le pourboire du garçon.

killing me softly

i think it's a mistake to lose one's sense of death, even one's fear of death. isn't death the boundary we need? doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? you have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry a final line, a border or limit.

- don delillo, white noise